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वीणापाणी VEENAPANI (ବୀଣାପାଣି) ballpen rendition of maa Saraswati Artist: Bijay Biswaal. (via Instagram: Bijay Biswaal)
Morning of Eid ulAdha right before the Eid Prayer, Masjid anNabawi, Madinah
Photos taken October 4, 2014, 6:50am.
Am I reblogging all of these so that I have them saved somewhere in order to print them out and put them on my wall? Maybe
Malice Mizer Vicious Aug. 2001
Moon. Fabric and thread. Stitched from a photo my brother took.
midnight visitor
I want to love and be loved. I want to find a way where I don’t hurt myself. I want to live a life where I say things are good more than things are bad. I want to keep failing and discovering new and better directions. I want to enjoy the tides of feeling in me as the rhythms of life. I want to be the kind of person who can walk inside the vast darkness and find the one fragment of sunlight I can linger in for a long time. Some day, I will.
Baek Sehee, tr. by Anton Hur, from I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki
I want to draw characters in outfits for the New Year’s Eve party. Maybe it’s about time!
Home is where the heart is! <3
In a house that is a Home,
Where no one is alone,
You may not share a wall with your neighbor,
But they’re always willing to do you a favor,
Don’t be afraid when you’re in need,
Just give your neighbor a ring,
They’ll pick up the phone,
and simply say…
‘Hello?’
We've gathered here today in celebration of men with pretty brown eyes
Rewatched Alice in Wonderland recently and decided that every fandom is required to have some sort of Alice in Wonderland Au. So, here’s the Linked Universe Alice in Wonderland Au that no one asked for!
I kinda changed and played with some of the ideas, so that things could make a little more sense for the characters, especially for Sky; but hopefully who they’re supposed to represent shines through!
The Stunning Astronomical Beadwork of Native Artist Margaret Nazon
Margaret Nazon has spent the past decade building intricate beadwork depictions of outer space. The colorful artworks balance representational and stylized aesthetics set on black fabric backgrounds to depict galaxies, planets, nebulae, and other astronomical phenomena.
Initially inspired by Hubble space telescope images, Nazon’s celestial renderings are part of a lifelong interest in beading. In an interview with Glenbow, the artist shared that she began beading at age 10, but found the density of traditional beadwork to be tedious.
The abstract nature of celestial images allows Nazon to be more interpretive and incorporate different materials like caribou bones and willow seeds that have location-specific or cultural significance. Nazon is Tsiigehtchic, part of the Gwich’in community in what is now the Northwest Territories of Canada. The artist explained that because she is retired, she is able to dedicate significant time to beading, and often rises at 4:30am to begin working. Nazon plans to continue experimenting, including merging her abstract beadwork with her seamstress skills to create artfully embellished apparel.
Nazon’s artwork was most recently exhibited at Glenbow in a group show, Cosmos, and A Beaded Universe at Prince of Wales Northern Heritage Centre. You can read more about her in the Glenbow interview, and explore Nazon’s portfolio on her website.
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Blair Waldorf x Reader - "A Moment in Time"
The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Blair Waldorf's Upper East Side apartment, casting a golden sheen on the velvet curtains. The city hummed just outside, but inside, there was only peace. You and Blair were sitting on her plush couch, a cozy moment in an otherwise chaotic life. Her head rested against your shoulder, her long lashes fluttering as she half-heartedly scrolled through her phone.
"Can you believe it's almost the end of the week?" Blair sighed, her voice wrapped in the usual hint of frustration that only Blair could master. "I’ve barely had time to think about anything but that dreadful event at the museum."
You smiled, brushing a strand of her glossy hair from her face. "You always find a way to make it perfect, Blair. You’ll be brilliant as always. Besides, you deserve a break. Maybe we can do something—just the two of us—after the event?"
Blair’s lips quirked into a small, teasing smile as she turned her head slightly to meet your gaze. "I do like the sound of that." She paused, eyes glimmering. "As long as it’s something that doesn’t involve me fighting off a crowd of sycophants."
"Deal," you laughed, knowing Blair’s tendency to seek solitude after events, preferring a quieter, more intimate evening rather than the usual sea of socialites.
Blair shifted closer, curling her legs beneath her. She tucked her head into your neck, breathing in your scent as if it was the only thing that could calm her. Her warm presence against you felt like a shield against the world, and you were more than happy to be her safe haven.
"How do you always know exactly what I need?" Blair murmured, her voice soft, almost vulnerable. She rarely let her guard down, even with you, but in these quiet moments, you got to see the side of Blair that was so deeply caring and, yes, sometimes a little bit fragile.
You placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "I think I just know you, Blair," you said, your hand gently smoothing the fabric of her dress. "And I know you’re always putting others first. But you deserve to take a moment for yourself. Especially with everything you do."
Blair’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, the world outside disappeared. All that mattered was the two of you, in this little bubble of intimacy and warmth. She held your gaze with a mix of admiration and something softer—something that said she was so thankful to have you in her life.
“You always make me feel like I’m more than just the things people expect of me,” she said quietly. "Like I'm enough, just as I am."
Your heart fluttered. You cupped her face gently, running your thumb over her cheek in a tender gesture. "You are more than enough, Blair. You are everything I need. Always."
Her breath hitched slightly at the intensity of your words, and for a moment, Blair Waldorf, the queen of the Upper East Side, seemed to melt into you. Her hand reached up to rest on yours, and she gave a small, almost shy smile.
"I think I’ve said this before," she said, her voice soft and teasing, "but I may just be the luckiest girl in New York."
You chuckled, brushing your lips over her forehead. "And I’m the luckiest girl in the world, having you."
Blair’s smile widened, her eyes softening as she leaned into you even more. “I’m starting to think that, too,” she whispered, her fingers tracing small circles on your hand as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth.
Outside, the world carried on, but for now, everything was perfect. Just the two of you, surrounded by nothing but love and the promise of more quiet moments together.
Y/n/l/n :We outside again 🩷
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Spotted: Chuck Bass and Y/N—a new player in his dangerous game? Or is he finally getting soft? Either way, don’t think for a second that this will be anything but trouble. XOXO, Gossip Girl."
As the two settle into a cozy corner at a chic Manhattan café, Chuck, with his usual dapper look and confident charm, leans back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. Y/N, not easily impressed but intrigued, orders a cappuccino, their eyes meeting for just a moment longer than usual. The conversation starts slow, with casual banter, but soon Chuck’s guarded demeanor begins to crack. He talks about the latest power play in his business empire, dropping hints of a vulnerability beneath that tough exterior.
Y/N, amused by Chuck’s seemingly aloof nature, teases him about his reputation and how he’s often misunderstood. Chuck smirks, leaning in a little closer, his voice lowering. He’s charming, but you can tell there’s more to him than meets the eye. As the coffee cups empty, the mood shifts. They share a more personal moment, with Y/N pushing Chuck to open up about his past—his pain, his family, and his true ambitions.
Their dynamic is magnetic: playful yet deep, with the occasional subtle flirtation. The café around them feels like a backdrop to the chemistry that’s clearly building between them. By the end of the date, neither of them wants to leave. Chuck, ever the mystery, might offer a cryptic parting line, and Y/N might walk away both intrigued and slightly
The photo is snapped innocently enough, just as Chuck and Y/N are laughing over something—maybe a witty remark or a shared memory. It’s a candid moment, but to Gossip Girl, it’s everything. She gets the shot and instantly, her voice fills the airwaves, sending shockwaves through the Upper East Side:
Cue the chaos. Chuck's phone blows up. Blair, ever the jealous queen, likely loses her cool, wondering what this means for her. Nate and Serena might gossip about it over brunch, trying to piece together the mystery of Y/N and Chuck's sudden closeness. And Y/N? Well, they’re probably caught off guard. A simple coffee date turns into a full-blown spectacle as Gossip Girl digs into their past, and every move they make becomes scrutinized.
Chuck, of course, plays it cool—at least on the surface. He’ll brush it off, throwing some biting remark about how this won’t even make a dent in his empire. But inside, there’s a flicker of concern. After all, Y/N isn’t part of his usual social circle, and he might worry that the public spotlight will end up pushing them away.
As for Y/N, they could feel the pressure mounting. Are they just another of Chuck's fleeting interests, or is there something more to this connection? The game of playing it "cool" might start to feel a lot harder with every new headline Gossip Girl posts.
Alright, let’s flip the script and give this one a sweet twist! After the chaos of Gossip Girl's post, Y/N and Chuck both feel the weight of the Upper East Side’s judgment. But here’s where things get different.
Instead of retreating into his usual cold, distant persona, Chuck starts to realize something: maybe this time, he doesn’t want to be alone. Y/N is no ordinary person in his life—they’ve made him laugh, challenged him, and maybe even softened him just a little. So, he does something unexpected.
He calls Y/N, and for the first time, he’s not hiding behind a mask of sarcasm or playing the power game. He’s genuine.
"Look," he says, "Gossip Girl’s got her hands full, but I want you to know, this—" He gestures to the flurry of online posts "—doesn't matter to me. You do."
Y/N might be surprised. After all, they weren’t expecting Chuck Bass to be this upfront, especially not in the midst of all the scandal. But they smile, feeling a warmth that makes them realize just how much they’ve started to care, too.
They agree to meet up again—this time, no paparazzi, no pressure, just the two of them, maybe at a quiet spot in the city where the world can’t see them. They talk, laugh, and enjoy each other’s company in a way that feels real. No games. No cameras. Just two people who like each other’s company and want to see where things go, without the weight of a thousand gossip columns hanging over their heads.
And as they say goodbye, Chuck might give that signature smirk of his, but there’s something different in his eyes. He’s not just playing the game anymore; maybe he’s found something worth fighting for.
"See you soon, Y/N," he says, not like it’s a threat, but like he means it.
Y/N walks away, heart a little lighter, knowing that, in a world full of drama and deceit, maybe this is the one thing that’s real.
As for Gossip Girl? She’s left with nothing but questions, because for once, the story isn’t what she expected. The Upper East Side may never change, but Chuck and Y/N? Well, they’re writing their own story now
Rough 
demetra kaligeras x fem reader
Warning: smut age up porn with out a plot
Demetra's eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear. You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to get you all dirty and messy. She presses a soft kiss to your jaw before pulling back to look at you. A small, satisfied smirk plays on Demetra's lips as she traces her fingertips down your collarbone, dipping lower to toy with the neckline of your dress. Mmm, such a good girl for remembering my nickname. Now, let's see about that mess, shall we? Demetra's touch becomes more insistent as she tugs at your dress, pulling it down to expose your breasts to the cool air of her boudoir. She watches hungrily as your nipples harden, her own body aching to feel your skin against hers. With a predatory grin, Demetra shoves you back onto the plush chaise, crawling onto you like a jungle cat ready to pounce. "Spread your legs, pet," she purrs, her voice low and commanding. Demetra's grin widens at your eager response, and she rewards you by leaning down to suck one rosy peak into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before nipping gently. She grinds her body against yours, her skirt riding up to reveal that she's worn nothing underneath. Demetra moans approvingly against your breast, her hips rocking against yours as she grinds her wet heat onto your thigh. She switches to the other peak, lavishing it with equal attention, before trailing her lips down your belly and pausing at the hem of your skirt. "Lift,"Demetra tugs at the fabric impatiently, demanding you lift your hips so she can pull your skirt up and out of the way. Once it's bunched around your waist, she buries her face between your legs, licking and sucking at your soaked panties before tearing them aside to devour your pussy directly. Demetra feasts on you like a woman starved, her fingers curling inside you as her tongue laps at your swollen bud. She pushes your thighs wider, her hands gripping your flesh hard enough to bruise as she drives you higher and higher, her own face contorting with unbridled pleasure. Just as you're teetering on the edge, Demetra suddenly stops, sitting back on her heels to gaze up at you with a wicked grin. "Not yet, pet. You're going to sit up and hold your legs open for me while I get ready."Just as you're teetering on the edge, Demetra suddenly stops, sitting back on her heels to gaze up at you with a wicked grin. "Not yet, pet. You're going to sit up and hold your legs open for me while I get ready."Now, pet, sit up and hold those lovely legs open wide for me," Demetra purrs, her voice dripping with demand. As you oblige, she begins to slowly pour the oil onto your slick folds, coating your pussy and asshole with the warm liquid before picking up the rope. Demetra's fingers play with your holes, spreading the oil around and pushing inside to ready you. She watches your face, her own expression intense as she slowly ties the silken cord around your thigh, binding it to your hand and forcing you to keep your legs spread wide and high. "Good girl,"Demetra's gaze never leaves you, her eyes sparkling with sadistic glee as she ties your other leg to your opposite hand. Now you're locked in place, forced to balance on your hips with your legs spread eagle and your pussy on full display. Demetra licks her lips, taking in the sight of your bound, writhing form before crawling back onto the chaise and straddling your hips. She grinds herself against your stomach, her body coated in oil from being with you. "Now that you're all tied up and ready,"Demetra leans down to whisper in your ear, "I'm going to clean myself off on you and make you count each thrust out loud. And if you're a very good girl and take it all without coming, I'll reward you." With that, she begins to slowly lower herself onto your belly. Demetra's body slides down yours, her wet, oiled pussy leaving a trail of slickness across your skin. She grabs your breasts, using them to support her weight as she begins to rock her hips, grinding herself against your stomach. "Start counting, pet," she commands breathlessly. "One..."You gasp
I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!
tried out pixilart for the first time
i drew this on my phone with my finger at three in the morning 😭